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"It’s been a long time, he thinks, since he’s really let himself relax. The action has been nonstop, usually the way he likes it, but it leaves little room for these creature comforts. Ford thinks he owes it to himself to unwind."
Ford Prefect gets drunk and masturbates to the fantasy of a familiar face
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29 Mar 2026
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Ford wants to fill in the gaps in his research for humans. So, he asks Arthur some questions.
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28 Mar 2026
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Coming to the conclusion that Valentino might have been drugging him with his venom for the past twelve years, Vox flees to the Hazbin Hotel to collect his thoughts. An injured Alastor is less-than-pleased to see him, but Vox begins remembering fragments of a past he didn't realise he'd forgotten and he's shocked to learn that he once had a very close relationship with his enemy.
The memories come to him faster and faster and soon, Vox realises just how much Valentino stole from him. Alastor isn't as carefully composed as he makes out and things quickly get complicated when past feelings resurface.
And then there's that whole mess with the chain around Alastor's neck. It turns out that the Radio Demon isn't as cold-hearted as everyone thinks, especially when it comes to a certain Television Demon.
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02 Jan 2026
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It Starts With Love and it Ends With You by Myst3ri_0n
Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
09 Sep 2023
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Jon's accidentally stayed at the archives a little too late, or, maybe, he's right on time.
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02 Nov 2025
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Riley woke up… wrong. His head pulsed, his ears rang, his tongue was as dry as the Sahara. He also had the distinct impression that he shouldn't have woken at all. If he recalls correctly— and he does, in fact, in vivid detail— he had been mauled to death by one of the most wretched things he'd ever had the displeasure of seeing. He could still feel the impression of fangs in his neck and big, leathery wings beating the tile floors beside him. Its skin had been dry and wrinkled, like rubber on his own where it gripped him for a better bite. And then it was gone. As quick as it had happened, it had flown out into the night, not to be seen again. And then the Father was there. Holding him, cooing to him. He thinks he found comfort in it, in the moment— in not being alone. His fall had been witnessed, shared. It wasn't until there was oxygen in his lungs again that the thought occurred to him that the Father was in collusion with the beast.
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02 Nov 2025